Michael Blackson Stand Up Novels & Stories

I have my eyes pinned on his feet, fighting off the urge to look at his face, knowing one glance into his eyes will dissolve my heart. “Mr. Black, whatever are you doing here this early?” There’s a pause. “To see my wife, know how she’s doing.” My hand is moving slowly as I continue to add a few details to an already completed sketch. “You seem busy,” Michael’s voice comes through. “Obviously,” I reply, sarcasm in my voice. “You’ve seen me, Mr. Black, and I think it’s time for you to leave.” “They’re adding finishing touches to the cabin.” He informs me.

she replied "Okay, I'll go take a shower now, am so tired thanks to a certain devil" "Devil?" Lucy asked "It's nothing" I said as I walked to the bathroom 🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅 🎙️ Michael's POV 🎙️ I slowly stood up from the bed as my head ached badly I knew this was going to happen, I always blackout whenever I drink But it's strange, I feel like there's something am forgetting

I was hoping he would get tired of me nagging and would give in. “I want to drive your car!” He mimicked in a high-pitched voice, and I gave him a blank stare. “I don’t sound like that.” I frowned, then sighed in defeat. Michael just grinned and switched the music on. “This is my favorite song!” Michael yelled and cranked up the volume. I looked at him in shock as he started singing to BlackPink. How was this man, a member of a Mafia, singing at the top of his lungs to freaking BlackPink? When he noticed my surprise, he dimmed the volume.

You will record the whole thing and send it to me, doesn't need to show your face. Michael was shocked at the demand as he typed back. Michael: I can't cum while at work! Please, can I do it when I get home? Blackmailer: No. You're cumming on your lunch, and I want a video! Fuck sake. As much as Michael didn't want to wank while at work, it seemed an easy task compared to some others.

The Last Man Standing. Michael was sitting on the van looking at those zombies how they're in pain, and how they're craving for human flesh to devour. At that moment Michael felt like the world was slowly disappearing infront of him, or maybe it was just him who is fading away. The black hole in his head deep inside his soul slowy swallowing all his hopes and dreams. That was the worst moment.

Jack: " you will get to know about it soon.. but one thing I can say, Michael is not good as what you thought... he is womaniser..." I got angry.. me: " SHUT UP.. HOW DARE YOU?? HE IS NICE PERSON... THEN WHAT ABOUT YOU.. USING GIRLS FOR ONE NIGHT STAND..?? " **********////////////***********

As I drew closer, I saw the way the wolfsbane had weakened his steps, and my heart ached at the sight. Gently, I took his arm, guiding him the rest of the way. "Let's get you seated, Mr. Blackwood," I murmured, easing him down onto the wooden swing. Once he was settled, I glanced back towards the standoff unfolding between Michael and Robert. The tension in the air was intense, their fangs bared as if they were mere moments away from unleashing their wolves. Michael turned to Robert, his voice dark and full of unspoken threats. "The person you came for wants nothing to do with you. Leave before I call my brother on you."

“You’re not investors. You’re opportunists. And I have no room for you here.” Bronson cleared his throat. His voice was oily, trying to sound reasonable. “Now, Stacy, let’s not be hasty. Business is business. If a compelling offer was made, it’s only natural to consider it. It’s not personal.” “It’s all personal,” Michael said. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. Every head turned to him. He placed his hands flat on the table, pushing himself to his feet. He was so tall, so broad in the dark suit, he seemed to block out the light from the window.

There are faint sounds of people who are working and gisting, but the instant Michael appears, the noise dies down, and the whole place goes quiet like a graveyard. I whoosh a breath as Michael sets me back on my feet. That gives me a fleeting chance to see the women and men dressed in black maid uniforms, cleaning the house. “All of you out!” Michael roars. His dark booming voice causes them to flinch, and with immediate effect, they all flee. That leaves just the both of us, and the prospect of what he’ll do to me now makes a boulder form in the pit of my belly. I watch him silently as he removes his hat, jacket, and suit, then sits on the largest of the cream colored couches with cream an

Leave it to Lin to try and lighten the mood of a serious situation with an inappropriately timed joke. “I just don’t understand why he hasn’t sent over a security team or something! He is like a bazillionaire, isn’t he? He needs to step it up and take responsibility.” “He has just as much to lose as I do,” I said, sinking onto our worn-out sofa. I was still trying to catch my breath from being followed by some man all the way from my gym. If I were to guess, it was probably the same man who was trying to blackmail Michael through me.